Irony

by Ankit V Master   Nov 17, 2006


It is through this journey of darkness
a broken sea wave is emerging
shards of tears all gathered
desires of forging hope urging

sweet candies i see in my dish, served
And mere piece of dry bread is begged for.
flowers i see in spring all dry and dead
yet, fragrance i sense, aspiring more.

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